BLOG TOUR: Wilde Card by Jenn Stark

When an antique gold show comes to Vegas, Tarot-reading magical artifacts hunter Sara Wilde’s job is
simple: locate and liberate a set of relics rumored to give their bearers access to an ancient, incredible
power. With whispers of a war on magic racing through the Connected community, every psychic, mystic,
warlock, and witch descends on Sin City to claim the relics first. But no one wants these talismans more
than Sara’s client: the insufferably arrogant, criminally sensual, absolutely untrustworthy Magician.

And what the Magician wants…

Sara’s heist takes a turn for the trickier as the smoky-eyed specter from her past, Detective Brody Rooks, is
assigned to investigate a break-in at the gold show, forcing her to confront the one man in Vegas she can’t
bluff. Even worse, just as she finally gets her hands on the goods, the game changes anew. The resulting
chase leads her across the world to an ancient Egyptian temple filled with secrets, deception… and hints
about her own abilities that could change everything. Desperate for answers, Sara is forced to turn to the
one person she knows will lie, cheat, manipulate and steal to get whatever he craves. Only now, it seems,
the Magician wants her.

Sometimes, when the deck is stacked against you… you’ve got to play the Wilde Card.

Chapter One
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even blink. Six foot two of hard-bodied ex–Special Forces operative was
snugged up against my backside, and I was totally falling for him.

For about eight thousand more feet.

My helmet crackled. “You’re doing great.”

“Unghflun.” Worse, we were still spinning. They’d told me the spinning would stop, but it didn’t feel like it
was stopping. It felt like we were dying. And of all the ways to die, French-kissing a cliff at a hundred miles
per hour had not made my short list. It gave a whole new meaning to the phrase “terminal” velocity.

“Right on target.”

Something shuddered above us, and I shifted from sprawl to nearly vertical in a sudden blur. I squinted up
past the man carabinered to me in not nearly enough places, to see that our parachute had deployed.

That would be the “Low Opening” portion of this joyride into the Siberian mountain range surrounding
Lake Baikal. The “High Altitude” section had been covered by our plunging six-mile drop from a souped-up
jet now well on its way to Beijing.

Getting off this rock without alerting the local military would be its own special kind of crazy, but I was
down for that. Pretty much any kind of crazy that got me away from Vegas and the Arcana Council for a few
days worked for me.

“Drop point,” echoed in my ear.

Beside us, two other barely discernible shadows rocketed through the predawn gloom. We were aiming for
a strip of gravel tucked between two sheer cliffs where, according to my client, X marked the spot for the
ultimate Mongolian treasure: the crown of Genghis Khan. Rumored to give its wearer the Khan’s magical
mojo for protection, abundance, and crazy long life.

Then again, said crown was apparently resting on the head of a dead guy right now. So there was that.

Another crackle in my helmet. “Bend your knees.”

“If I had a dollar…”

My guide’s laughter carried through our final several hundred feet of descent, and suddenly we were on the
ground, a tumble of arms, legs, and high-tech padding. With impressive military precision, mission leader
Zander “Call me Zee” James broke up with me without remorse, thrusting me aside. I lurched drunkenly to
my knees as he slowed his run then turned to his parachute and punched it into submission.

The other men landed beside us, neatly outrunning their chutes, and I ducked to avoid a fine spray of rocks
stirred up by the movement. Zee stripped off his HALO suit, oxygen mask and gear like he was shimmying
out of swim trunks, and shoved them into a we-were-never-here-sized nylon bagel for easy transport out.
He flapped his hand at me for mine and I shoved them at him in a big ball. “Report?” he snapped.

Zee’s right-hand man squinted down at a device attached to his wrist. “No heat signatures,” he said, aiming
the thing at the rock wall. “Wall” was being kind. The cliff face surged up as if an angry god had punched
through the earth’s crust, all crags and fissures and sharp edges. “Seismic activity currently stable.”

As if to counter his words, another crackle of falling rocks sounded high above us. “Right.” Zee squinted up.
“At dawn, this place’ll light up like the surface of the sun. We don’t want to be here for that. We get in, we
get out, we get gone.” His gaze shifted to me. “Ready?”

I nodded, then tugged down the zipper of my tech suit to fetch my own tools of the trade, my trusty pack of
Tarot cards.

With the deck as my compass, I could find about anything—for a price. As it happened, a hundred G was a
heck of a price. That kind of money translated to at least three more Connecteds hidden away from the dark
practitioners who wanted to use them for spare parts. Not enough to save them all, no. But enough to count.
I had to believe that.

“Sometime today, princess.”

Double-tasking one set of fingers to offer Zee my opinion of his people management skills, I used the other
to pull a scatter of cards out of the deck.

Here we go.

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About the Author

Jenn Stark is a Golden Heart award-winning author of paranormal romance and urban fantasy. She lives
and writes in Ohio. . . and she writes a LOT. In addition to her work in paranormal, she is also author
Jennifer McGowan, whose Maids of Honor series of Young Adult Elizabethan spy romances are published by
Simon & Schuster, and author Jennifer Chance, whose Rule Breakers series of New Adult contemporary
romances are published by Random House/LoveSwept.

The world of her first paranormal romance, which was previously titled BLACK JACK, has now been
reimagined as the setting ONE WILDE NIGHT, GETTING WILDE and WILDE CARD, all to be published in
2015, with BORN TO BE WILDE to follow in early 2016!

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